Tag Archives: Father Christmas

Wherein Shit Gets Weird, Then Ends “Her name is Ana-Lennox Medianu,” I said, “and her friends called her Lenny, and our friends called her Carl. But considering what their nicknames were, she got off lightly.” “I’m listening,” Carla said. “A … Continue reading →

Wherein Shit is Both a Brick and a Creek, Due to Principles of Higher Physics Now, regardless of what I was saying a while back – you know, about the savagely random universe and how ultimately you can either solve the … Continue reading →

Wherein Shit Hits the Fan, Or at Least Starts To But it had actually started even before that. Sorry. Before we went travelling the world – and ultimately the universe – looking for more information about the bizarre phenomenon that … Continue reading →

Wherein Shit, Specifically This Shit, is Something for Which I am Getting Too Old Well, actually if I’m being honest, it had started before that, too. It started during Creepy’s retirement party. I don’t want to give you the wrong … Continue reading →

Wherein Shit Gets Real It had started before that, though. You could say the whole thing started with Carla’s kidnapping. This, in itself, was a bit of a difficult topic for us to tackle. We’d only just returned from an … Continue reading →

Wherein Shit Happens It had started with the Yuletide Corporation (Don’t Worry, It’s Just A Name), and the Red-Nosed Differential Engine. We’d never really been left with a choice once it got this far. Creepy loves a conspiracy, as well as … Continue reading →

Wherein Shit Seems to Make a Bad Habit of Finding Us It was everything you could imagine and more, a steampunk confection of pipes and water-wheels, turbines and treadmills and rumbling leather conveyor belts. Steam puffed and things on hooks … Continue reading →